Corin
The past few days passed in a strange, slow rhythm. Mason spent every free moment with me, but he did not speak about weapons and he did not force me to fight while standing on weak legs. Instead he sat across from me and taught me something that would never have been allowed in Silver Stone. He taught me to control my mind.
“Your wolf does not live in your teeth, Corin,” he said one afternoon. “It lives here.” He tapped his own forehead. “Glacier did not break your body. He broke your spirit. As long as you believe you are less because he rejected you, he still rules you. Feel the place of the bond in your chest. Do not think of it as a wound. Think of it as an empty space you can fill with whatever you choose.”
That evening, after we finished the mental exercises, the silence be
